On Sunday afternoon we sat under our newly completed trellis and just appreciated the yard. The trellis was intended to make the yard feel enclosed and cozy, which it does. The great optical illusion is that it feels larger at the same time. I finally got the yard to the point where it's all perennials, mulch, and grass. Minimal work for maximal use. I thought I would at least get a few years to enjoy it. Not that anything is definite yet, but I just have a feeling in my gut that our time here is ending. Sigh. [click to enlarge photos]
When we first moved here we wanted a row house with no exterior upkeep. Now we not only have a free-standing house, but a treehouse that needs upkeep. How often have you had a coworker mutter, "I have to stain the treehouse this weekend"?
I won't miss the upkeep: mowing, raking, pruning and weeding (oh the weeds, oh the weeds, if there's one thing the Grinch hated most it was the weeds,weeds, weeds!). As much as I enjoy the end product, part of me feels guilty every time I spend a Saturday just working on the yard. Life feels too short to invest in something so temporary, I guess having to move would emphasize that point!
What about you? When you've moved, what was the hardest thing to leave? If you had to leave your current house, what would you miss?